The hush wind swept over the puny fire, nearly extinguishing it entirely. Lin sat unworriedly, humming an ancient tune. The world moved at a steady pace around him, the alluring stars shining brightly in his tranquil gaze. Owls could be seen occasionally passing over, following the paths the doves had taken just hours before. Lin's eyes grew heavy as times gentle flow pressed at his eyelids. He quietly dozed off, his head gently landing on the soft grass below. His mind replaying the dream of the night prior. An odd house being just in view, its open windows engulfed in vines, the garden despite being filled with weeds had black dahlias seeming to be fully blossomed and in favourable conditions. The house itself was small, having no more than the required necessities. Despite the cramped space, Lin found it to have a reposeful feel, a place that encourages a feeling of comfort and contentment. The house was filled with interior all picked according to his preferences. Lin plopped down on a soft, plush sofa placed near an open window. He peeked out and stared intently at the vast lush fields expanding in all directions. To Lin, it felt like he was in his own little paradise. A thin piece of string was gently materialized around his wrists, along with a thin blade laid on the window sill. Lin instinctively leaned away from the blade, not even noticing the thread. He wanted to enjoy his paradise without being in pain.
